My heart aches to see him like this,

All curled up in my bed,

Teary eyed and mumbling half consciously.

Despite the running fever,

He can still laugh at the way I try to amuse him with my vaccuuming.

And as I ice him down with a iced towel,

He giggles away at the ticklish feeling.

And at every 15 minute interval,

I always hope for that temperature to drop.

I pray to God to bless my loved ones with good health.

Get well soon little one,

So we can dig sandcastles and play pop the bubbles soon.